If you ever go across the sea to Ireland then maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over forrest

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripplin' of the trout stream

The women in the meadows making hay

And to sit beside a turn fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot cousins at their play

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For the strangers came and tried to teach us fairway

They scorn us just for being what we are

But they might as well go chasing after moonbeans or lie a penny candle from a star

And if there's is goin' to be a life hereafter

And somehow I am sure there's goin' to be

I will ask my God to let me make my heaven in that here land across the Iry sea